“The account you opened after the wedding.”

Mark’s face went pale.

“That’s impossible…”

But my grandfather placed another document on the hospital table.

“Here’s the bank confirmation.”

He tapped the page.

“The money was withdrawn. Every month.”

Vivian let out a small, broken sound.

“And do you know what’s interesting?” my grandfather said quietly.

His eyes burned with cold fury.

“The luxury spending started at the exact same time.”

I looked at the shopping bags on the floor.

Handbags.

Shoes.

Jewelry.

Suddenly—

Everything made sense.

The “successful deals.”

The expensive gifts for his mother.

The extravagant trips.

All of it—

Paid for with money meant for me.

Tears streamed down my face.

“You stole it?” I whispered.

Mark stepped toward me.

“Claire, please, let me explain—”

“Don’t come any closer!”

My voice came out stronger than I expected.

My baby began to cry.

My grandfather stepped forward.

“I don’t think there’s anything left to explain.”

He pulled out his phone.

“Because when I discovered this yesterday…”

He paused.

“I also called my lawyers.”

Vivian stiffened.

“Edward… don’t do something you’ll regret.”

He looked at her with pure contempt.

“I’m not the one who should be worried.”

He turned back to Mark.